"Then what equal bet can you make?" Shiliang asked.
Since he wants to bet, the bets must be equal, otherwise wouldn't he suffer a great loss?
"Then what do you want me to bet on?" Ye Chen asked.
Shiliang seemed to have thought about it a long time ago, and immediately said: "Let's do this, you use your rare top-level breaking pill, plus the middle-grade spiritual peeking pill that you won from me as a bet. This bet is barely equal, you
What do you think?"
"agree!"
Ye Chen took out the two small boxes without any hesitation.
Of these two boxes, one contains the Breaking Pill, and the other contains the Spirit Peeping Pill that I just won from Shiliang.
"The two pills are here, can we start?"
Putting the box on the table, Ye Chen urged.
"Sir, why are you doing this?"
Seeing that the persuasion was of no use, Huanyin sighed helplessly and stepped aside.
Ye Chen's posture seemed relaxed and comfortable, but in her opinion, it was a sign of ignorance and fearlessness.
Shiliang seemed to have succeeded in his evil plan and couldn't wait to say: "Okay, since the bet has been placed, let me tell you the rules of the competition first!"
Soon, he briefly explained the rules of the competition.
The rules are very simple. Within half an hour, the two people improvise and each write a poem. Not only the connotation of the poem, but also the artistic conception of calligraphy of the text.
"Do you have any objections to the rules I just mentioned?"
"No!" Ye Chen shook his head.
"Since there is no such thing, let's officially start now!"
Shiliang seemed to have already made up his mind. He immediately picked up a pen and paper and began to write on the rice paper.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
After a while, a poem jumped out on the paper.
The main theme of this poem is to describe the magnificence of mountains and rivers. The writing is vigorous and powerful, and the ink marks are like dragons running fast. The words between the lines are majestic, making people feel as if there are towering peaks in front of them, full of oppression.
"Tsk tsk... What a poem, what a poem. Brother Shiliang is so talented. His name as a 'calligrapher' is indeed well-deserved!"
When Shiliang stopped writing, chess master Li Jiangshan was the first to applaud him.
Painter Du Sanliang was not stingy with his words of praise, "The poetry is lofty and the writing is powerful. No matter from any aspect, this poem can be regarded as the best in calligraphy!"
Even Huanyin, who hoped Ye Chen would win more, also sighed with emotion: "The essence of calligraphy is really ever-changing. Today is an eye-opener."
While feeling emotional, she did not forget to cast a pitying look at Ye Chen.
Shiliang's poem is a top choice, impeccable both in terms of poetry and writing style.
Even though Ye Chen is quite talented in poetry, it is just a temporary act after all. It is simply a dream to write such a poem with lofty artistic conception and exquisite writing skills.
Sure enough, Ye Chen kept standing there, not writing for a long time, with a look of embarrassment constantly appearing on his face.
"Look at his expression, he should know that his defeat is certain!"
"That's for sure. Just because he's good at piano doesn't mean he's also good at calligraphy!"
"His delay in writing proves that he has not yet come up with a complete poem!"
"Or maybe he doesn't know anything about poetry at all, and he was just trying to make a fool of himself!"
"This is the consequence of being brave!"
"With his superb piano skills, he could be on an equal footing with the Four Masters and gain the respect of everyone. However, he wants to use his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points. Isn't this asking for trouble?"
"Now let's see how he finds the steps!"
The disciples of the four masters all made mockery.
But Ye Chen, who was standing in front of his desk, turned a deaf ear to it. After observing Shiliang's poem for a moment, he actually also praised: "With your literary talent, you can indeed be regarded as a literary giant of the previous generation!"
"I can understand if you give up now!"
Shiliang smiled proudly, his face full of pride and pride, "After all, having the courage to admit defeat is considered a kind of courage!"
"You seem to have misunderstood!"
Ye Chen shook his head, "I mean, your literary talent is good, but compared to me, it's still a little behind!"
What?
Shiliang's expression froze.
The people around who were waiting to watch the show also looked at each other in confusion, and some couldn't believe their ears.
Now that things have come to this point, do you still want to continue to be tough?
Most importantly, does being tough talk work?
The gap between the two is already clear. The more assertive you are now, the more it will become a strong irony later.
Is it necessary to hold on?
"Ha, very good, very good!"
After a brief moment of shock, Shiliang laughed angrily, "Since the young master is so confident, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and start writing!"
He threw away the brush and looked up at the dome at an angle of 45 degrees, with disdain on his face.
When Ye Chen praised him just now, he thought that Ye Chen knew he was outmatched and was preparing to get off the stairs.
I never thought that I would say such crazy and lawless words again.
I simply don’t know what to say!
Huan Yin also said: "Sir, everything should be done in moderation. If you say something too harsh, it will only make it difficult for you to get off the tiger!"
"Thanks for the reminder, but I'm just stating the facts!" Ye Chen smiled.
Phantom voice: "..."
"It seems that everyone has some objections to my words. In this case, I have no choice but to show my shame!"
Ye Chen didn't waste any time, picked up the pen, and began to draw quickly on the rice paper on the table in front of him.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
He wrote quickly, with flowing words and in one go.
When the brush was put away, a poem appeared on the rice paper in front of Ye Chen.
The content of the word is as follows:
Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking and unforgettable...
In just a few dozen words, it conveys the sadness of the world and the misery of separation.
Just when I first understood the meaning of the word, a sense of vicissitudes of life rushed over my face, making people feel a deep sense of sadness uncontrollably.
In particular, the writing style is sometimes majestic and sometimes long, making people's emotions fluctuate with the different rhythms of the words and the different moods of the words, with sorrow and joy intertwined.
At the same time, there was a cold wind blowing around for no reason, blowing up a few dead leaves, making people feel cold both physically and mentally, and fell into endless desolation and loneliness.
No one spoke, and the scene was as quiet as death.
Everyone seemed to have lost their souls, staring at the rice paper in front of Ye Chen in a daze, and did not come back to their senses for a long time.
"Bo!"
Suddenly, a soft sound broke the deathly silence.
A slight crackling sound suddenly came from the body of chess master Li Jiangshan, like a bubble bursting.
“Is this the sound of breakthrough?”
"Whose cultivation level has reached a breakthrough?"
Even though the voice was very small, it instantly woke up everyone who had fallen into a state of dementia.
The chess master Li Jiangshan, who heard a cracking sound in his body, shouted excitedly, "Good words and words can actually make a breakthrough in my cultivation. Such a profound artistic conception is really unique in my life!"
"Bo!"
There was another soft sound, and the luthier's phantom voice not far away actually made a breakthrough.
"In the past three years, I have devoted myself wholeheartedly to my piano skills, and my cultivation level has always been at the fifth level of the master level. I didn't expect that because of one poem, my cultivation level would break through to the sixth level of the master level. It's incredible!"
While Huanyin was sighing with emotion, her gaze towards Ye Chen was even more brilliant.
The calligrapher Shiliang was in a daze for a moment, then suddenly staggered back a few steps with a look of loneliness on his face, "I'm afraid I won't be able to write such ever-changing strokes and tear-jerking words in my lifetime!"
At this moment, he seemed to have aged ten years, looking powerless and lonely.
The lyrics written by Ye Chen were not only better in calligraphy and more profound in meaning, they also caused changes in the surrounding environment, and even caused Huanyin and Li Jiangshan to make breakthroughs in their cultivation.
Although the poem he just wrote is also deeply rooted in people's hearts, compared with the two, it is not at the same level at all.
If the poems he wrote are like the graffiti of a few-year-old child, then Ye Chen's poem can be regarded as a masterpiece by a calligraphy master.